I see it's been a while since I've written, I'll make no excuses other than to say, it's been a rough week or so. It all started last Sunday night when my eyes started to itch and were getting crusty - not good. By the time I had went to bed and woke up, I realized things were not normal mainly because I could not open my right eye - it was "glued" shut. Super, pretty sure this is not right and pretty sure I have the "pink eye" that Ryan supposedly didn't have 2 weeks ago and Ellie "might or might not" have had at her doctor's appointment last week. Good news I guess is that Ryan never got it, Ellie might have (so they treated her), and I had it for sure. Nothing like getting a "kid sickness" when you are an adult - super fun! After my bout with pink eye, we were working on a short week with Thanksgiving coming up. The plan was for Trav and the kids to head to Gaylord on Wednesday night and spend Thanksgiving with his family while my mom and I hung out at my place (Dad was in CA with Ash getting her ready to drive back home to MN for good and Aaron and Ann were having Thanksgiving with Ann's side of the family), well the plan did not go as planned. About 4 hours after Trav and the kids left for Gaylord, I finished up my top to bottom cleaning of the house, sat down to enjoy a meal and a drink, then headed off to bed. By 11:00pm I woke up not feeling so hot. Pretty soon I was in the bathroom with stuff coming out of both ends (it wasn't pretty). But afterwards I felt a lot better - maybe I just overate?? No such luck. By 3:00am I was back at it only this time there wasn't a lot to get out of me so there was lots of dry heaving and spitting - still not good. By the time I finally got back to sleep (around 5:15am) I was feeling okay. By 7:30am the next morning I was feeling pretty good. I called Mom to inform her of my rough night and let her know that she might be walking into a mine field. We decided it was best for me to eat something and see how I felt. So I had some toast, let the dog out, checked some email and then gave Mom the call to go ahead and come up because I was feeling good - that was at roughly 8:30-9:00am. By the time she got here (an hour later), things took a turn for the worse. I could hardly get out of bed, walking was tough, and throwing up again seemed like a real possibility. With that news, Mom headed back home (can't blame her for not wanting to hang out with me all day in my condition), I called Trav to tell him to stay in Gaylord, and I headed back into bed. Before long that toast I ate in the morning came up and I was back to feeling like crap. The rest of the day I spent in bed other than the three times I got up to let the dog out (coincidentally those are the other three times I threw up). After that, I went back to bed hoping I would wake up feeling better. And by the time I woke up Friday I was feeling hopeful that things would get better. I didn't have that instant feeling of having to throw up, and when I did finally pull myself out of bed, I made it downstairs and back with no problem (trust me, that would not have happened the day before) so things were looking up. After about an hour of being up, I decided to try another piece of toast - I ate it, I waited, and two hours later, it was still in me - a very good sign! With that positive news, I made myself get outside to give the poor dog a walk (he was pretty much in the kennel or outside all day yesterday so he was ready to go). After our short walk I was pretty tired so I laid down and watched a movie on our "Free Starz weekend." And now I'm typing away. I'm thinking things will be good today. I might try some more food here in the next hour or so and then I'm guessing I'll head back to bed. Trav and the kids are spending one more night at Grandma and Grandpa's house, we ended up canceling our "Friday Thanksgiving" with Mom, Aaron, Ann, and Colton, and so now it's just me and the dog - not exactly the fun-filled family weekend we had envisioned, but if I'm the only one who gets sick out of the deal, we'll take it - there's always next year! And Miss Lauren's 4th birthday is coming up on Monday so we'll still have lots to celebrate!
The one good thing out of being sick on Thanksgiving . . . while everyone else was stuffing their faces full of delicious food and packing on some weight, I was doing just the opposite - guess that means I don't have to worry about working off those extra pounds! Still not as fun as being with family, but I'll take whatever positive I can get out of the experience.
Hope everyone had a safe and Happy Thanksgiving!! I'll leave with a couple pictures of our little pilgrim, Lauren (she made the hat in preschool).
